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Tess: A suit you grow into Andrew examined himself in the mirror. As short and scrawny as he always was. He looked to nurse Joyouse nervously; she smiled back reassuringly. "Don't worry you meet the physical requirements." Andrew smiled sheepishly. "Sorry if I'm fretting just really need this job." The nurse smiled. "Hard time finding work?" Trying not to seem desperate Andrew nodded. "Any work is hard to find these days." The nurse marked something on her clipboard and then nodded comfortingly. "Don't worry my dear. I'm sure it will be fine." Andrew finally asked what had been on his mind. "So I'm being hired to work with some sort physical therapy device?" The nurse smiled enigmatically. "Sorry dear but you need to be cleared by the doctor, and sign the NDA before we can tell you exactly." The interview with the doctor was short. The doctor asked a few questions about his lifestyle and health habits. He also did a cursory examination, with a strange emphasis on signs of venereal disease. This was awkward because Andrew had to wear one of those backless gowns. The doctor also went over a lengthy NDA, which still managed to be shorter than the one he had signed at the sandwich shop. Andrew returned to the nurse, she smiled and brushed her pink hair out of her eyes. "I had a good feeling about you. Follow me please." The nurse led Andrew past a few sterile labs, into a very a suspicious room which had a series of tubes taller than he was covered in tarps. "Oh god, this is where you show me I'm a clone right?" Andrew joked. The nurse rolled her eyes. "No you spaz. Have you heard about the TESS? Andrew nodded "Yeah, the Telepathic, Empathetic, Suit, System. I saw a couple of Ted talks about them. The people it helps look liked they had been remade. I never thought cybernetic bodysuits would be that advanced." The nurse smiled. "That's because it's not cybernetics. It's biotechnology." She pulled the tarp off one of the tubes. In clear fluid a female form was suspended. But it was obviously a fake, looking a bit more like a clay model than an actual person. Andrew noted a little sheepishly that it was anatomically correct. Andrew shrugged. "I get the feeling it's a valuable trade secret, but it doesn't mean much to me. The nurse smiled. "Ah but this is where you come in. Because the whole thing is grown rather than built we can't just program in routines. Applied motor skills have to be taught." Andrew hadn't the faintest where this was going but tried to keep up. "So how much is a suit worth? The nurse clearly didn't enjoy being interrupted. "Oh each suit retails for about million dollars." As Andrew tried not to make a face she continued. "The suits therefore have to be taught fine motor skills. That's your part. You wear a specially prepared suit and lead the suits through daily routines to teach the common motor skills." Andrew peaked beneath each of the tarps, the other three figures were all female as well. "So where's the male bodysuit." He took a moment to present his biceps. "Cause I'm not gonna lie, I wouldn't mind being able to put on a gun show." Rolling her eyes again the nurse answered, "We don't have any on order at the moment." An internal battle played across Andrew's face. The nurse noted with mild amusement that he kept looking at himself and then at the exposed bodysuit. "I suppose it wouldn't be so bad. Lord knows I need the job." "It might make you uncomfortable, but trust me when I say it helps people immensely to wear a TESS." The nurse ran the start up sequence which mostly involved the clay looking female form into a clear mold. Then with a few button presses the back of the mold popped off. Andrew looked at the size of the female figure and immediately grasped why he had been hired. "You needed someone who would fit." The nurse nodded. "It's an amazing technology don't get me wrong, but we can't beat physics. It's rare to have a male train a female bodysuit, but you are lucky in that regard." Andrew wasn't sure if he felt lucky. "It's a big suit." The nurse smiled. "It's for a business exec. She had several athletic genes activated, but managed to hurt herself in a skiing accident." The nurse looked sad. "The poor thing." Andrew move to put his foot in the suit when Nurse Joyeuse coughed. "You need to lose the gown dear." Blushing to his ears Andrew tried to look innocent. "Can't I just take it off in the suit?" And then trying to seem manly added, "I hardly want to be naked in front you." Rolling her eyes the nurse responded, "I'm a medical professional. It's nothing I haven't seen before." Andrew gingerly removed the gown, cupping himself for modesty's sake. He put his foot into the suit gingerly. The sensation was bizarre, he was all pins and needles until he couldn't feel the goop against his foot and instead the cool smooth surface of the mold against the suit. "Whew that's strange." The nurse nodded. "All the way my dear, and don't worry the suit will automatically move your hands into the right places." Andrew gave a dismissive snort. He stepped all the way into the suit, bending backwards to keep his face clear. There was the same alarming feeling of pins and needs which resolved into to feeling the mold. It took a bit of doing, but he was able to push away from the mold and stand unsteadily on fresh feet. He brought the suit's hand in front of his face. it was undeniably a feminine hand. In a bit of a panic, he flexed every muscle he could think of trying to find some sensation that was his own. A few internal muscle contractions were his, but almost every attempt resulted in a response from the suit. "Well this is pretty trippy." The nurse looked at the bodysuit's head lolling from Andrew's neck. "I'd agree. Anyway it's started so you might as well finish." Hesitantly, Andrew pulled on the mask of the suit. It resisted him, and the nurse moved to help him. "The mask is always the hardest part." Finally it went over his face with a wet schlop noise. The wetness around his ears made him shiver momentarily. He pulled on his face a few times, idly wondering if he could pull it off if put enough effort behind it. He stopped when it started to hurt. "I get the feeling these suits are mostly for a rich." The nurse seemed genuinely sad. "In time I'm sure technology like this will help a lot of people. For now, we go to where the money is." Andrew did a few stretches, marveling at his much increased flexibility. "So what's next?" Nurse joyeuse nodded. "The suit isn't quite finished setting up, so take this pill and lie down." Regarding the pill suspiciously Andrew asked, "What is the pill for?" The nurse smirked "Well the suit still needs to extend over all the body surfaces that get exposed to the outside." Andrew's fear was evident. "Which includes your digestive tract. The pill makes you black out for a bit so it's not too bad." "How bad is it without the pill?" The nurse's creepy smile grew larger. "Think an enema while drowning. It's even unpleasant to watch." Andrew was swallowing the pill by the time she stopped talking. When Andrew awoke, the nurse was looking bored, fiddling with her red crossed cap. Next to her were three girls. In a panic Andrew moved to cover his nakedness, only realizing that meant also covering his breasts when he looked down. The nurse smirked more than a little. "I wouldn't worry too much dear. These are the dummy suits we need you to train." A closer look at the females standing next to her showed them covered in matching sets of skin tight black shirts and shorts. They also had a sort of distant expression, not quite totally vacant. It reminded Andrew of someone grooving to a song so good they had forgotten the world around them. "Oh, I hadn't. Man my voice is different now," a lyrical voice greeted him as he opened his lips. The nurse presented a pair of the same shorts and shirt that the dummy suits were wearing. Andrew couldn't help but admire how it looked to pull the shorts up his smooth, gorgeous legs. Although the fact that they were his legs dampened the effect a bit. When he was ready, he turned to the nurse who was dutifully tapping away on her tablet. "Alright so the last step is to name suits, so they can respond to individual commands." Andrew considered the three female figures. The first was a little short, but generously proportioned beneath red frizzy hair. The second was tall, lean and pale which was well complimented by her long black hair. The third was athletic and well endowed, with medium length silky brown hair. Shrugging he pointed at each in turn. "Do, Rei, Mei." He pointed to himself and then added, "I'll be Tess." Nurse Joyeuse seemed surprised for a second and then nodded. "If that's how you want to do it my dear. Now if you would step this way while we go over a few finer points." The nurse briefed him on the finer points of taking care of the suits, the amount and type of activity he was expected to do with them, and how to give them basic commands. Before long however a company van with blacked out windows was driving him to an non-descript apartment. Free room and board for four months was one of the biggest perks to the job. Andrew marveled as he entered the apartment, the dummy suits close behind him. With it's own bedroom, living room and kitchen it was palatial compared to where he had lived before. He stopped to marvel only to have the dummy suits run into him. "Hmmm, lets see where you guys are going to sleep." The only beds available were in the same bedroom, it seemed he was expected to sleep with them. which after looking them over wasn't too bad he supposed. He was tired after the day's events and went to sleep quickly. The next morning he awoke feeling uncharacteristically good. There was a smile on his face as he opened his eyes. It was a great weight off to have a job, even if it meant he couldn't talk to anybody for the next four months. He stripped to take a shower with a keen interest. He was a good looking woman. Athletic with medium length brown hair. good sized breasts and thin waist gave him an hour-glass figure. Well shaped thighs too. Wait a minute. He glanced out the door at Mei who was standing there with a blank expression. Huh, the pair of them looked similar enough to be twins. That was vaguely creepy. Pulled out of the mood for a moment he turned back to his reflection. Regardless of anything else he was kind of turned on seeing a woman this attractive up close. With a silly grin he blew himself a kiss. After a conspicuously short shower, which Andrew spent most of trying not think about how good the water felt caressing him; Andrew got the dummy suits dressed. There was a slight trick to it, he couldn't just tell them to stand still because they almost resisted him putting clothes on them. Still after a bit of fussing he managed to dress them in matching exercise clothes. They looked a bit like adopted sisters he supposed. He left the front door with a spring in his step. He felt more athletic than he had ever felt before, a lightness in his chest with every breath he took. These feelings were slightly dampened as he jogged though the company park. As he made good progress past the exotically colored test plants, the facial recognition cameras tracked his every move. Maybe it was just him, but he felt all the eyes in the park were on him and the dummy suits. Tracking him relentlessly as he made circuits. When he finally realized that almost every man in the park was checking him out, and that furthermore they were focused on the alluring way his braless breasts were swaying he stopped suddenly. This led to a pile up of the suits all crashing into him at once. As he tried to extricate himself from the pile of slightly goopy limbs, he cursed at them again. "I told you idiots not to do that." The trio of faces looked at him blankly, and he cursed himself for getting angry with something basically innocent. He helped them stand up and then remarked, "I'm going to have to figure out how to teach you guys to put on bras." After misadventures in exercising. He led them in preparing soup, figuring that was something so simple even they couldn't muck it up. He also instructed them to raise a hand if something went wrong that prevented them from cutting vegetables. He cut a few carrots, and then a few mushrooms. He turned back to the dummy suits who had all raised their hands. A closer examination showed that they had managed to cut a few fingers clean off, exposing the green goop they were made up of. Not knowing what else to do he stuck the fingers back on. They seemed to heal back on quickly enough. That evening after putting the dummy suits to sleep, he decided to try masturbating. If you believed popular media everyone always swore they never would masturbate if they found themselves in a good looking woman. That had yet to come up in conversation but Andrew supposed he would join those who swore they wouldn't. And yet here he was. He closed and locked, the bathroom door behind him and admired himself in the mirror for a while. Then he began to gently massage a breast, playing with the nipple occasionally. It felt alright. Hoping for a bit more he began to massage his pussy. It sent an electric tingle and made him a bit flushed. Still hardly what he had been hoping for. He continued gingerly inserting into himself and felt an overwhelming wave of relief that the suit apparently didn't have a hymen. Still even that wasn't amazing. Or at least not as amazing as a lot of porn had led him to hope. Feeling more than a little silly, he took a moment to admire himself in mirror and then went to bed disappointed. During lunch the next day, he saw some kombucha in the refrigerator and decided that since such a thing was a probiotic it must be good for the suits. He managed not to retch after the first sip. Disbelieving his taste buds that anything could be that bad he took another sip. it was marginally better and after a few more sips delicious. Andrew wrote it off as the tendency for Kombucha to separate. Still it was odd. After spending most of that evening teaching the dummies how to form letters with their clumsy fingers. Andrew was happy to go to sleep. Operating mostly on muscle memory his hand wandered to where it normally wandered when he laid down to sleep. The electric shock as his hand massaged his gash made him loudly exclaim "OH!" Do sat up which Andrew couldn't help but notice made her breasts bounce in interesting ways. Rolling his eyes, he told her gently, "No, not you. Go back to sleep." Biting his lip, he gently massaged a breast which sent a pleasurable tingle to his cheeks. He cupped both breasts and began to massage them. This created a pleasurable haze, and he had to suppress a gasp when he began to pinch his nipples intermittently. Grinning slightly he snaked a hand down to his moistening gash. Even moving a gentle finger up and down her slit brought a few pleasurable sighs. Gradually increasing the speed of his explorations brought raising tides of pleasure. Letting out a long happy sigh, he examined his soaked his fingers. Taking a deep breath he put his hand back, and began an interior exploration. It was a strange sensation, to feel something within him. But that and any other introspection was washed away by a dancing beat of pleasure as he found a good spot and massaged the hell out of it. His eyes began to roll back into his head and his breath grew uncontrolled. Before long his hips were moving by themselves to hump his hand. Everything was floaty and wonderful. Finally, a great shiver went through the suit and he laid back happily. Seemed this job had some incidental perks. One of the things he had to teach the suits was how to emote and speak properly. It was tedious. Watching various moments from movies sans context and then trying to replicate the expression made his face hurt as he contorted it in various ways. That and he also found himself blushing after so many closeups on beautiful women. The vocal exercises were similarly annoying, he was still surprised by his own voice and it was disconcerting that it didn't match his inner monologue. Andrew spent the next few days looking forward to going to sleep. Rather than being depressed it was a time of great exploration. Andrew had a few encounters with girls. He was no great lover but had a layman's understanding of the feminine mystique. But right there with you? As practically part of your own body? Now that was the way to learn a woman really wanted. He lost more than a little sleep. By the fourth day it was a challenge to get up on time. That night he turned in early. After a fruitful exploration he slept deeply. Still halfway through the night he woke up a little. It was the warm, comfortable sort of half-asleep where you aren't quite sure what was real and what was a misremembered thought. Still he opened his eyes and saw that his hands were moving over his breast and between his legs. Figuring it was just a dream he went back to sleep. Every morning after that he awoke a little sweaty, although he was never quite sure why. He eventually assumed he was having those "running in his sleep" dreams that had plagued him through college. He was required by contract to check in with the nurse weekly. The dummy suits weren't great conversationalists, and Andrew had talked to nobody else. In preparation he brushed the hell out of his hair and made sure to wash up. He also put on a good-looking shirt and pair of jeans. (Remembering a bra this time.) The holographic projection of the nurse failed to do justice to her normally perky look but she still seemed happy to see him. "How is my favorite tester doing today?" Andrew smiled happily despite himself. "Oh I'm doing alright. Suits are managing, and I haven't managed to break this one." Nurse Joyeuse smiled a wry smile. "I should hope so, unless you have a million dollars on hand." They went over the various diagnostics on the suits, Andrew tried to downplay them cutting off their fingers. He also tactically neglected to mention that he had started masturbating on the daily. Andrew waited until the briefest break in the conversation and finally asked, "How smart are the suits really?" The nurse paused and then responded, "Well the dummy suits are "smarter" than your suit. To make room for you, your suit has less mass than the others. Furthermore, your suit works like a transmitter to help distribute sense data to the dummies. For the suits, size is intelligence because their nervous systems are distributed rather than centralized." Most of this went over Andrew's head. He sort of got it, bigger computers were more powerful he supposed. "So they are intelligent?" The nurse shook her head, her long pink hair swaying too and fro. "Not really. Well not how you traditionally define intelligence. Babes suckle at nipples instinctively. Most of what drives the suits is the same sort of response. Still they have a mild learning capacity, mostly pavlovian driven." Andrew nodded trying to seem like he understood. "So like conditioning a dog?" Nodding the nurse sounded like a teacher congratulating a student. "Exactly, you can expect the suits, the dummy suits in particular to do more of the things that they are rewarded for." Andrew nodded again. "Huh, interesting. Nothing I need to worry about is it?" The nurse smiled warmly again. "It hasn't proved to be a problem so far. So, you should be fine." After a few days the thrill of masturbating was starting to diminish. Andrew was doing extensive tests to measure the decline though. To increase the thrill, he had started to have the dummy suits watch. There was no harm, and having more beautiful naked girls to look at helped enhance the fantasy. As Andrew laid back not quite there, he noticed that Mei's nipples were erect and her face was flushed. Well that gave Andrew a rather naughty idea. If his fingers were failing to give the same thrill maybe he needed something else. Caressing his twin's head, he brought it close to his needy slit. Then he gave the command for lick. He let out a gasp. Mei was a strong licker, like someone racing to finish an ice cream cone. The roughness had a certain appeal but it was missing something. Despite her enthusiasm Mei had all the targeted licking ability of an improvised licking machine. In a frustrated flash of brilliance Andrew recalled Nurse Joyeuse that the suits were conditioned to do things that felt good. So he began to give her head pats when she was on target and gently pull her hair when she was hitting the barn. The sensation was unreal. Before long Andrew was bucking her hips with no regard for Mei's face. He felt floaty and before long let out a long satisfied moan. Giving her Mei a few affectionate head rubs, Andrew glanced down to see bruises rapidly forming on her face. "Oh god damn it." The bruises on Mei's face went down with a bit of massaging. Letting out a sigh of relief Andrew reflected that he just didn't need to overdo it. A few evenings later as Mei was licking his left breast, Rei his right and Do going to town on his slit Andrew reflected that life was good. Still there was a yearning within that even a generous amount of attention couldn't quite satisfy. A desire to be filled with something, to be reached deep inside. This longing filled him, but it was too shameful to even consider trying to source a vibrator. Andrew was idly considering what he could accomplish with a smooth cucumber or good-sized carrot. It wasn't gay, it was just what the suit wanted, of course. Then he felt something poking his thigh. Surprised Andrew looked down; Mei was as flushed as ever. She was also sporting a large well-developed phallus. Andrew gaped for a second. "Where the hell? Hey, stop grinding on me." More than a little shocked, Andrew pushed all the dummy suits off of him. He had everybody stand and then he kneeled in front of Mei to examine the offending member. "It's big, bigger than mine for sure." Andrew gingerly reached forward and grasped it, not at all comfortable with how small his feminine hand seemed in comparison. As he grasped it Mei started to grind forward. "No, stop that!" Mei stopped and from the way the member throbbed in Andrew's hand he was confident it hadn't been a moment too soon. The smell made butterflies flutter in his stomach. Focus! He palpated the member; it had the same fleshy gooey consistency as the rest of the dummy suits. Andrew thought back to the fingers and hoped it would be as easy to solve. With a slow gradual effort, he was able to halfway force the member's mass back into the torso, but when he took a break to spare his wrist the member shot out to full length hitting him in the cheek. Knocked slightly off balance, Andrew thought frantically. "It's the Telepathic, Empathetic Suit System, right? Maybe somehow my suit signaled its desire for a penis and you picked up on it." He looked up at Mei's vacant expression for some sort of confirmation only to be met by her straining, flushed face. "Ya know sometimes I wish you were more of a conversationalist." It shouldn't have been there, Andrew's personal experience suggested there was a quick way to get rid of unwelcome erections. As soon as he put both of his soft hands around Mei's member, she was thrusting frantically, spraying all over Andrew's face. A bit of spew landed on the inside of his lip and not thinking he tasted it. "Blech, now I get why girls always keep tissues on hand." Concerningly, even spent the dick remained hard and out. Andrew briefly considered the sharp and quick solution. Despite how he currently was that made Andrew shudder. He would figure it out eventually, he had months to figure out a way to hide it after all. The next morning Andrew was confronted by a hard problem. He could lead Mei to the kitchen, put the cooking utensils in her hands and she would steadfastly refuse to do anything. What did do something was her phallus which stood erect as Andrew approached. Andrew tried everything he could think of to get her to cooperate, but she simply refused. Her dick kept slapping his thigh on accident. Gulping as he looked down, the one-eyed pirate winked at him. He glanced at the clock, it was getting late. Well, what was the harm? He got his hand nice and soapy, then he gave Mei a quick handy, trying hard to not to think about how hard and thick it was in his hand. Thankfully once he had cleaned off his hands Mei would finally cook. Andrew spent the rest of the day trying everything he could think of to hide the third arm. It was surprisingly flexible and tucked well, although doing that made Andrew flinch something terrible. Still it let them go jogging. Andrew didn't have the heart to keep it tucked when they were done, it looked too uncomfortable. The next morning Andrew awoke unsatisfied. After a small loss of self- control made his life literally harder, he had sworn off sex for at least the evening. He was surprised by a trio of points, one for each dummy suit. "Good god, it's like mushrooms after a rain." Furthermore, they all refused to cooperate until they had received some relief. Andrew discovered that handjobs got tedious quickly. He looked down at his ample bosom. Might as well figure out the mechanics of a tit-job now for when he finally did get one he supposed. This he found gave him a minor thrill. Rei's dick was indeed large, but Andrew's breasts kept up gamely enabling him to nearly smother the impressive member. His enjoyment shot up when he had Rei put her soft hands on the outside of his boobs to free up Andrew's hands for other activities. The situation, the smells coming off rei's member, and the tingles from massaging his gash were pretty darn good. Andrew was getting pretty far along, until Rei's impressive member gave a telltale twitch that Andrew could feel along all of his boobs. The spew almost hit him in his eye. "Goddamnit you guys." A bit also landed in his mouth; the taste had improved a bit. "I didn't think this one through, where's the paper towel?" Fearful of making things worse still Andrew swore off using the dummy suits for sexual relief. Which had the predictable side effect of leaving him unsatisfied. His mouth watered whenever he considered using the dummy suits again, making his fingers a poor substitute. To avoid from feeling too pent up he began to casually finger himself whenever he had a spare moment. This necessitated stripping down to just his panties, which he didn't mind too much. His legs still looked amazing. The boring movies he had to watch and pause to practice facial expressions were a lot more bearable when he was gently tracing up and down his slit. To say nothing of the various vocal exercises he had to perform. He was getting a bit better at both, although he wasn't sure if the dummy suits should automatically start blushing when it came time to practice. It also made his upcoming video conference with the nurse something to dread. Thankfully he was able to position the camera to just get him from the breasts up. To distract from messing with the perspective Andrew put a bit more effort into his appearance. He experimented with some lip gloss, although even that embarrassed him. He also tried to style his hair a little, the inordinate amount of effort almost seemed worthwhile when he recognized how good he looked. He traded pleasantries with the nurse with a finger inside of him. He also neglected to mention his persistently hard problems. The next time he was giving out a trio of good mornings to the dummy suits, he felt his mouth water something fierce. The smell of their pre made him a little wet. There was also the time consideration, surely if he used his mouth, he could get it over with faster. The few times cum had landed in his mouth, it hadn't been so bad. He was just being practical, not because he wanted to try it. These thoughts fired rapidly. His breath quickened a little as Mei presented her penis for inspection. It was as impressive as he remembered, and he could feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach. He gingerly explored downwards, yep definitely wet. Andrew made the mental decision to stop overthinking things. He leaned forward and gently put the dick in his mouth, the taste was tantalizing. With a slow motion he leaned forward and felt it go all the way in his mouth. Andrew wasn't sure why it made him so wet, but he felt himself getting hotter and hotter. He repeated the process going back and forth gingerly. Finally, he felt Mei's hands on the side of his head. She set the pace, not going too quickly nor too slow. She gives you comforting head pats when he found the right place and pulled his hair gently when he was off the mark. Before long she finished in his mouth, the taste filling him. When he had swallowed all of it, "A lot of effort just to teach you guys how to pour milk for cereal." A trio of blowjobs made up Andrew's morning ritual from then on. It made him feel tingly and the taste just kept getting better and better. Even with a great deal of trying not to think about it the most obvious use for the dummy suit's new feature kept popping up in Andrew's mind. He found himself staring at them occasionally, lost in some brief not fully formed fantasy. He stomach tingled whenever he saw the way they caught the light, or they accidentally slapped against his thigh as he fussed over the suits. The first time he thought about one entering him, he dismissed it out of hand. He figured that things had finally just got too be a little bit too much for him. The next day he found himself idly fantasizing about it. It wouldn't say anything about him, he was just experimenting with an advanced medical device. The third day he talked to the nurse, trying to focus on what she was telling him as he idly stroked himself. The nurse smiled naughtily as they finished up their business. "I saw the business exec's boyfriend." Andrew tried to act interested. "Oh?" Hiding her grin behind her hand, the nurse nodded. "Lucky guy had every gene activated for dong size that they know of." Andrew tried not to act too interested. "Huh, lucky bastard." He tried to smile wryly like it was particularly funny pun. "I have to ask is bigger better?" Nurse Joyeuse shrugged. "I never cared much, but some girls really care about size. They always claimed it's really the bees knees." Andrew's fingers quickened slightly. "Huh, interesting." By the fourth day Andrew's resolve had crumbled. He had Mei lie down naked on the bed. As Andrew grinded slowly against her upright member he briefly wondered if said something about him that he kept having sex with a figure that looked like his double. He hoped it didn't, his sexual self-image was already pretty damn compromised. Mei's beautiful pale breasts trembled with his every motion, despite her vacant look she seemed frustrated. He bit his lip as he increased the speed of his hips. He became soaked and his nipples were diamond hard. He fretted despite everything, was he doing this right? Looking down at Mei's vacant face she seemed to be having a good time. Really if he wanted to, he could stop right now. And then during all this fretting it slipped in. "OH!" Do turned to face him. While more concerned with the floaty feeling, he smiled goofily at Do. "Not you." Slowly impaling himself on the penis, Andrew let out a long slow moan. This is what he had been missing. This feeling of fullness, feeling every long rigid inch of it, the physical intimacy with someone, something else. He began to grind himself slowly up and down, feeling relaxed and not able to think of much else. Before long he felt Mei start to buck almost instinctively in response to his ministrations. This was a heavenly sensation, and he felt Mei hit something within himself. It tingled and managed to feel pleasurable. Before long Andrew let out a goofy smile, overcome by pleasure. Mei finished soon after. Andrew looked down at the sheets. "Man I am glad these are not my sheets. Looks like this is a chance to teach you guys about doing laundry." Andrew was tired and more importantly satisfied. so he laid down, with Mei still in him and snuggled. Mei predictably didn't do much back, although she did hug back. The next day Andrew awoke in Mei's arms. More than a little embarrassed by what he had done. He resolved to swear off sex entirely, because apparently this whole self-control thing was just not working out for him. The problem with swearing off anything is that the reason you got into it rarely goes away. Andrew was still trapped with a trio of good looking girls (plus a little extra) and little intelligent company. To make it worse they remained uncooperative with no happy endings. Andrew was a little proud of himself that he managed to limit himself to hand jobs when it came to satisfying the dummy suits. Although he seriously regretted the choice when his wrist started to hurt. The smell made his stomach do flips, and that only got worse the longer he went without any attention himself. What made it really bad was that for some reason Mei insisted on sleeping next to him, gently grinding against him. Andrew refused to give in though, even when it would have been so easy for it slip in and for him to reach release. In desperation he took one of the few days off he was allowed. It was a total bother. Partially because it meant that he had to look natural. Given that he was used to wearing just underwear and sports wear for jogging this was a heavy lift. Additionally the normal, daily level of attention to his personal appearance was nonexistent. So, he made sure to comb the hell out of his hair, and actually used some conditioner. The biggest pain was the make-up. He kept putting it on and washing it off when it looked terrible. In frustration, he finally pulled up a make-up tutorial. It was easy enough, especially after so long closely inspecting the how to emote videos. He also experimented with dressing up more conservatively than he had normally. He eventually landed on one of those one piece dresses you always saw in the summer ads. It was an awkward feeling to have the end of his clothes dance around his knees. The other bother was that he was all but handcuffed to bodyguard. He was the very picture of a dark suit, dark sunglasses, hair slicked back, corporate goon. He seemed closer to a film extra than the sort of person you saw in real life. A company van drove Andrew and his bodyguard to the nearest arcade. More than a little desperate for somebody to talk to Andrew struck up a conversation with the bodyguard. He was similarly a fresh college grad who had a hard time finding work. His issue was more due to having spent most of his time majoring in bodybuilding though. Andrew started with the various VR games. The newest version of time crisis was actually pretty good, although he would die before admit it. He played various shooters, though having a different sized hand was troublesome. What was off-putting was that the bodyguard kept trying to hit on him. Andrew couldn't tell if the bodyguard knew which gnawed at him. The bodyguard tried to hit on him by "Let me be the strong one here". Which when you had played as many video games as Andrew was borderline insulting. Paranoia began to creep in. Did the guy know that Andrew was a dude wearing a female body suit or not? In the first case the guy was being duplicitous or had a weird fetish. The second was almost more concerning, because it meant he was convincingly enough to fool the guy. Although it was, he supposed a compliment to his non-existing acting ability. By the end of it Andrew as happy to get home. He felt more comfortable by himself, and it was always nice to have something waiting for you when you got home. Even if the thing waiting for you was not technically intelligent. As a personal treat, Andrew took the effort to arrange the dummy suits so she could relax between their breasts. it was only when all three of them grinding urgently against him did he realize his mistake. His every nerve flared as they dragged the members across his skin. His heartbeat quickened and he bit his now quite beautiful lip nervously. He could smell the members from here and his stomach was doing flips. It wouldn't hurt to indulge just a little would it? All he had to was be careful. Andrew sat up remembering what had happened the last time he had said he would only indulge a little. He moved to leave the bedroom, a bit of cold water should help him calm down. However he paused, teetering on the threshold to the bathroom. He would feel better, calmer if he indulged, it wasn't in the end that big of a deal was it. His mind searched for a suitable excuse, his mouth watering at the thought. Was he stronger than this? He felt his feet turn towards the dummy suits. They smiled at him, perhaps it was the light but it seemed more sincere than their usual vacant smiles. Did he really need to be stronger than this? In a few months he would give the suit back and it would be over. He smiled to himself, the smart thing then was to just enjoy himself as much as possible right now. He was still in control after all, just enjoying a once in a lifetime experience The dummy suits had naturally soft and glossy hair, he was forced to admit. He petted it gently as they rubbed their members against his thighs. In between the smell and the softness of their bodies his stomach was doing flips nonstop. He tingled as he felt their phalluses. They grinded against him and began to kiss his breasts and neck. Andrew couldn't help but giggle. He felt the dummy suits gently push him onto his back. He coaxed Rei and Do to focus on his breasts and positioned Mei to thrust into him. Mei smiled down at him happily and rubbed her member on his slit. The feeling was electric but Andrew couldn't take any more teasing after being away for so long. It was an awkward groping reach with legs but he managed to lock heals behind Mei's back. with a dopey grin she pulled Mei towards her, Mei obliged by making sure her aim was true. Andrew let out a long-satisfied moan as Mei entered her. "Oh how I missed this." Mei for whatever reason settled into a slow steady rhythm. In the pale light Andrew could see her breasts glisten with a thin sheen of sweat. Do stopped lapping at her breast and moved close to Andrew's face. Andrew looked at her surprised and was cut off by her kissing him. Sighing into her mouth Andrew felt fulfilled. Do was an inexperienced kisser but Andrew was happy to teach. He found his hands moving to caresses her head and pinch at her breast. Do responded enthusiastically, and the kissing grew quite heated as Mei fulfilled Andrew. The next morning Andrew awoke with a smile. The stress she had been feeling was gone. She felt relieved and more comfortable. Looking down at her sheet covered body she saw wet patches near her breasts. A little dopey Andrew assumed that the spots were a natural consequence of dropping off to sleep with Do on one breast and Rei on the other. Blinking a few times Andrew recognized that her breasts should have probably dried by now. The dummy suits were also sleeping peacefully on each side of him. Inspecting her breasts more closely they seemed to be leaking something milky. Which was weird. Andrew recognized that sudden lactation was probably a major glitch in the suits. Which raised the specter that he was probably required to report it. A quick glance at the dummy suits sleeping peacefully, their members between their legs reminded him that the number of things she couldn't report was getting big at this point. Finally Andrew sprung from the bed feeling great. She didn't even consider putting on any clothes until after she had done her part to get the dummy suits to make breakfast and they finished on her chest. She pulled a plain white shirt on and kept about her day. It was only when she was having a hard time following one of the dancing videos that she glanced down. There were a pair of wet spots on her shirt. Not wanting to ruin all of her clothes she stripped immediately. Afterwards Andrew found she spent most of her time in the nude. Saved on laundry, allowed for easier access and put her beautiful body on display. To say nothing of how it made her feel delightfully naughty. Andrew spent most of her time actually doing her job. But the nature of working at home is that you tend to take a lot of breaks. And well a very relaxing break makes for better work. During one of these breaks as she saw just how far she could swallow Mei, and Do thrusted up into her, an idle thought crossed her mind. It hardly seemed fair to leave out Rei. As he resumed working, the full implications of the thought occurred to her. In theory she was a person inside of a suit made of slime. The reason her preferred method of calming down the dummy suits worked was because in theory the suit was replicating a vagina in roughly the right place, but outside of her body. Given how well-endowed the dummy suits were, she couldn't hope for the same thing to protect her butt. That was kind of a step, even for her. But the thought was tantalizing. Why not? And all evidence suggested that it would feel so good. She could feel herself moisten at the thought, beginning to idly stroke herself as she lead the suits through calisthenics. She cut it out when she saw the dummy suits replicate the gesture though. It bugged her, was this a phase or was what she was doing deeply reflective? She shook her head, whatever the answer, it hardly mattered. This, all of this was going to be over in a short time anyway. Then back to normal life for better or worse. This thought depressed her more than she cared to admit. Still as she went to sleep that night, she found herself fantasizing about the closeness she would feel with three dummy suits writhing around her. They were all pleasantly warm to the touch she found, to say nothing of nice they smelled after using their special shampoo. It ultimately took her a full week to work up to it. Partially because it was a big step, partially because she didn't know what to use for lube. She had heard you could use natural secretions for such activity, but when your ass is on the line you tend to take more precautions. She finally settled on synthetic olive oil, she had heard the real stuff smelled a lot better, but short of a selling one of the suits she was never going to find out. She had passed the time trying not to spend too much time admiring herself Andrew used a preponderance of lube, making sure that Mei's penis was truly slick. It glistened and Andrew almost took a moment to admire it, but then she caught a hint of the smell. Taking her mind off it, she moved Do's face forward into her crotch. Do began to lick enthusiastically. Andrew enjoyed the blissful sensation until she was reasonably confident that anything else would probably register as pleasurable. Then with a bit of scooching she managed to position Mei's magnificent member behind Andrew?s back door. With a deep breath she prepared to lower herself down, Mei rushed forward and Andrew released a feminine "Eep". It was a strange sensation; she could tell that she didn't have quite the control of a frontal entrance. Still, Andrew was so far into bliss that a gentle breeze would have probably felt good. Before long Mei finished, Andrew's legs felt funny and she stood to examine the damage. Then as she spied Do and Rei sporting points Andrew decided it was time to do some advanced course work. Thank goodness there was spare olive oil or she would really be up a creek. She grinded against Do and found to her surprise that she fondled Andrew?s butt right back. With a smile Andrew got a steady rhythm going between the two points. Then the front one slipped in, followed quickly by the rear. Andrew felt a great sense of pleasure and closeness. Andrew found she didn?t need to do much in her current situation. Mei was giving her slow steady strokes from the front while Do was more recklessly enthusiastic. The feeling of both of them together made Andrew?s eyes slowly go up into her head, long elaborate moans filling the room. She finished powerfully, followed quickly by both of the dummy suits. She had a doopy smile and was more or less completely limp. Trying to put any strength in her limbs, she felt filled in both the back and front. Then Rei moved up and began to rub her member against Andrew?s cheek. Well hardly fair to leave her out. She started by kissing and licking the member, by the time she was taking it in her mouth the other two had started thrusting. Andrew was dimly aware of them all moving in a single rhythm and that alone took her higher than she had been so far. She let out a muffled scream as she had the hardest orgasm of her life. As the dummy suits finally laid down to sleep, Andrew could feel herself grow wet at the thought of experiencing pleasure like that every night. The next day as she got ready for the day Andrew took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. It wasn't her, which she would admit to herself if pressed. But it was her for the moment and the least she could do was make sure she looked good as she was. She flashed herself a confident smile, today would be a good day. She led the dummy suits on a jog through the park. She was getting better at manipulating her suit, and it seemed to be getting fitter. This thought led Andrew to slightly depressing thoughts about her body beneath the suit. As she jogged listening to the trio of footsteps behind her and some good thrash metal she noticed dimly that someone was jogging next to her. She looked over to her surprise to find that there was a muscular handsome fellow keeping pace. She gave him a friendly nod and surprised when he kept talking. Removing a headphone (she was a traditionalist when it came to audio quality) She smiled at him confused, hitting one of the commands to make sure the suits didn't imitate her too closely as she talked to this dude. "So I couldn't help but notice you four go jogging every day." He took a moment to subtly flex. "Would it be alright if I joined in?" Andrew wondered how the hell what seemed to be a total rando had managed to get into a corporate research park. "Uhh, well." Suddenly she felt a pair of hands comfortingly on her hips. She turned to see Rei with smiling behind her, Rei's breasts poking into her back. "Sorry, but we are quite satisfied with how things are now." Andrew gave the dude a wink and kept jogging as he looked put out. After they had circuited the park a few times, and were sure the dude had left, Andrew let the dummy suits lead her into a nearby thicket. As the dummy suits undressed her, she did a quick camera check. They were certainly being watched, that was always true. But hopefully there weren't on enough cameras for the algorithm to notify whoever was watching. Andrew's train of thought about whether or not it might be simple AI monitored was derailed as Mei began to kiss her on the mouth. She kissed back only for her pulse to quicken as parts of her brain urgently informed her, she was about to have sex in public. She could feel herself growing wet and her stomach did flips as all three of the dummy suits lowered their shorts at once. Oh boy, this was going to be fun. She found himself wondering who exactly was training who at this point. As she got dressed to return the suits. Andrew looked herself over in the mirror. Perhaps it was her imagination but her hips were seemed to flare more than they had when she first saw herself. Her breasts also seemed larger, noticeably escaping her hands attempts to contain them. She also had an undeniably healthy glow; she was confident that she didn't look this good before. Her increasing expertise with makeup irregardless. She slipped on a modest jumper, making sure that the catch pads were in place on her bra. Combing her hair, Andrew reflected that before all this she had never felt this good, or this happy. And all at once she decided to do whatever it took to keep wearing the suit. She didn't know much except she never wanted to return to the life she had before. It seemed distant and unhappy. She had a card to play. As nurse Joyous had been increasingly excited to inform her, the dummy suits she had been taking care of were scoring the highest on usability they had ever seen. Perhaps if she begged to be hired again to keep training suits they would listen. She blushed as she thought about what that training would no doubt entail. As she turned away from the mirror to get the dummy suits ready, she absentmindedly massaged the gentle swelling of her belly.